This is just going to be a collection of oneshots/imagines that is based off the outsiders. Some details might come from the book while others come from the movie so im sorry if that messes anyone up.
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Warnings for mentions of abuse and harsh lanuage. Im not going to lie, this gets realllllly strange and I have no idea why I made this story go this way but here we are.
Previously with (y/n)'s POV- ~"You know something Dally? All these times I thought I was the problem... But its you. Youre the problem Dallas Winston. And no matter how much people care about you, you'll always be the problem." I started in a calm voice but you could hear my hatred slipping through. I turned around and walked out. I was done with Dallas. Done with Greasers and Socs. I was getting the hell out of that neighborhood, and I was going that night.~
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Readers POV-
I stormed down the stairs and busted through the door, ignoring the men catcalling me back inside. Tears threatening to spill but I held them back. I walked to Two-Bits house and got in his car without even asking. I hotwired it and drove out of the driveway. I didnt feel bad for stealing. I didnt feel sad for myself. I didnt feel anything at this point excpet for hatred.
I drove to the nearest store and went inside. Still furious I wanted something to ease my nerves. I walked in and bought a six pack of beer. I had gotten a few packs of cigarettes also. I didnt normally drink or smoke but I felt like I was entitled to now.
I practically ran out with all the stuff in my hands. I had just spent all the money that I had. I got back in the car and tried to start the engine. I heard a few noices before the night went quite. The car was out of gas and I was out of cash. I got out and kicked the side of the car. I didnt feel like walking but I didnt have a choice. I took my stuff and started down the street. I checked my back pocket for my switch and to my luck it was still there. Just in case I'd have use it tonight.
I wouldnt usually carry one because I was a Soc girl, but Dally convinced me start 'being safe'. Talk about an act. I didnt think I'd ever use it untill I saw this Soc couple walking down the sidewalk about to cross me. They were doing nothing wrong, but seeing them happy enraged me. They reminded me of Dallas and I. I got angry, I threw down my stuff. I flipped out my switch and held it close to the guys throat. I knew nothing of their lives but my mind was hazy. I couldnt control my words. "You need to leave this bastard!" I yelled at the girl. "He is a horrible human being and he deserves to die." I continued. Both of them looked horrified and then the guy recognized me. "(Y/n)?" He asked softly. I was still in my own world so I didnt care much for him. I didnt answer. I pressed the knife up against his neck harder and he started to panic. "(Y/n), please. I dont know why you're doing this but can we at least talk?" He practicality begged me.
I took the blade away from his skin but my expression didnt soften. I looked hard, and mean. I looked cold. Ready to fight anyone anytime. I looked... I looked liked Dallas Winston. "(Y/n), what the hell are you doing?!" He asked me. He started to look fimilar. He was an old friend. His name was Michael. I'd even introduced him to the gang before. I didnt know he had a girlfriend.
